Only You

Chapter 2.

I turn over to my assistant.

"What?" I question, her hair is mangled, contrary from moments ago.

"You slammed on the brakes! We nearly died!" She huffs.

"I did?" I say. I didn't realize.

Did she see the redhead crawling on the hood of the car and onto the top?

Probably.

"I'm sorry!" I admit, straightening my wrinkly skirt.

"It's okay. We just pulled out of the studio. Are you alright?" She asks, smiling. Like mine, her two front teeth have a gap. I suddenly ease up to her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?" I ask, putting my hands on the wheel.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a bit startled, but okay, nonetheless." Her freckles become more dominant against the setting sun.

"Good. Let's go home." I say. I instantly regret it. It isn't her home. Yeah, she lives near me but it isn't hers. She probably got what I meant, I hope.

•••

I zone out as I drive. Tam turns on the radio and it plays one of my favorite songs: "God is a Woman" by Ariana Grande.

Tam starts singing and she begins to look more youthful, reminding her of younger me. She actually doesn't sing bad, not extraordinary, but not bad. On the other hand, me, I sound like an animal that's dying. Lovely.

The yellow light turns red as I abruptly stop. A song I don't know plays and Tam goes quiet.

"Hey," Tam says, popping her bubblegum that I never knew she had.

"Yeah?" I ask, glancing towards the passenger seat, keeping my eye on the  traffic light.

"I never got your name, if that's okay. They never told me. The director just explained to me how you looked, nut never your name." I think she smiled, but I couldn't tell, due to my low peripheral vision.

"Rennette. Rennette Lowe." I tell her. I never told her my name? I thought I did but I guess now she knows.

"Oh! I like it! I hate my name. It isn't  wasn't 'me', whatever that means. I've always liked the name 'Marilyn', I find it beautiful." Tam explains as the red light turns green and I drive.

"Cool.. I like your name. It's nice. 'Tam' , has a nice ring to it." I tell her, trying to fix her insecurity. "Thanks!" She laughs.

"We're about 10 minutes away from your house. I could've sworn I've seen it before, but it's close to my house, and every single house on that block looks the same." I tell Tam, glancing at her blonde hair tangling as the wind blows.

"Okay. Yeah, all of the houses look the same. I've been begging my mom for years to paint the house but she always refuses." She explains, tapping her long, lilac false nails on the dashboard.

I don't respond; I don't really know how to respond to that so I just end the conversation there, which I probably shouldn't have done, I think she was starting to warm up to me.

The guy on the radio announces, "guys, be careful on Hill Avenue; there has been reported sightings of an armed man. Be safe and enjoy the trending song!"

"Hill Avenue?" Tam says, clutching her bag.

"Yes." I respond, turning left.

"Aren't we on that street?" "Yep. But it's fine. We're gonna get off it in a minute." I reassure her. She looks really freaked out and I'm not good with these types of situations.

"Okay.." she looks out the window, as I get off of the street the guy announced was dangerous.

I turn right, and I'm at Tams house. It's two stories, with a white picked fence, and a little pond in the front. Yeah, I have not seen her house before.

"Thanks, Rennette! I'll see you tomorrow---oh wait---uhh, I mean, whenever you need me, just call me!" She yells as she gets out of my car, closing it.

"Wait!" I yell back just before she goes inside her house. "I haven't got your number!" I get out of my car, not closing the door.

She walks back and pulls her iPhone out of her bag. "Sorry, I forgot to ask." I admit. how will I call her if I don't even have her number?

I give her my phone and she puts in her number. "Thanks!" I say, and walk back to my car.

I go left to the driver's seat and the door is closed. I didn't close it, I'm sure.

I try to open it. The handle snaps back to it's original position. What? It's locked? I have my keys, but I didn't close it and I most certainly did not lock it. My grey Toyota Corolla is refusing to open, no matter how many tries I try to open it. I grab my keys out of my mini backpack. I rustle through the keys until I find the right one and unlock my stubborn car door. It's never done that. Never in my 3 years of owning it, it has never done that. I let out a breath I never knew I had in and sit down. I adjust my car mirror and I see the redhead girl. But I don't think she's a human. Her eyes are black, and she appears to be crying. Only she isn't. Black liquid is falling out of her eyes, making her more menacing than before. The redhead's mouth is full of blood, along with her shadowy white body.

I hear an ear-piercing scream, which I suspect, is coming from the girl. I put my foot on the gas pedal, still glancing at the redheaded ghost.

I drive at the speed of light when the ghost girl pounces to the passengers seat, tearing up the leather with her vicious claws.

I look at her, with a splitting headache as the girl lunges at me.